Time passed so much more slowly than space.

I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.

a man can break God's laws and be forgiven. That's what they teach us. But when he breaks Nature's laws, there's no forgiveness - and there's no escape. Sooner or later he pays the penalty, or his children pay it - or his children's children. It doesn't matter much. It must be paid.

Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

There's precious little comes of telling people what they don't want to hear.

Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death.

By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.